Maid’s Night - Chapter 9

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Evely began to walk slowly. Each step seemed infinitely longer than the last. Her ears reddened at the thought of approaching the man sitting on the bed with his chest exposed.

When the distance between her and Alec was as close as she could reach, Evely stopped. Alec’s voice rang out again.

“Take off the rest.”

Evely looked down at her clothes. She couldn’t remember a single thing about how she usually got dressed or undressed. As Alec groped his way through her clothes, the voice of an unconcerned man dug into her ears.

“Look at me.”

“How dare I…..”

“You have to see it.”

His voice had no intonation, but that made it seem all the more intimidating.

Evelyn looked at him and started to move her hands again. She felt many times more embarrassed as she tried to take off her clothes with his eyes watching her. She hadn’t thought that the clothes she was taking off casually would feel so difficult and heavy. The heat rose endlessly in her ears and her whole body seemed to stiffen with tension, as if she had been out in the garden on a hot day.

The already dishevelled clothes were put down one by one. The clothes made a faint sound as it fell to the floor, and all that remained was the petticoat.

She looked at the man in front of her with blank eyes. The look in her eyes was one of silent pleading. ‘This is where the mischief must stop’, she thought.

“Is it hard to take it all off?”

At the sound of his voice growing colder, Evely bit the inside of her lips and began to remove her petticoat with trembling hands.

Take this off and she’ll be naked. Her body, which she has never shown to a man before, would be revealed in the faint light. The thought of it made her hands sweat profusely. The way he lowered his gaze, as if to assess her, made her feel even more breathless.  Dropping her petticoat at her feet, she closed her eyes involuntarily.

“Master….”

MASTER. Before she could spit out those three words, something pulled mercilessly at her arm. Just as her moans were about to burst from the strong grip, she was gently awakened by a soft sensation behind her, and before she knew it, her body was lying on the bed. And on top of her, he was staring down at her. Their bodies were so close that there was any space left. Evely’s face turned red. The bed where the princess was supposed to be lying, she was now occupying it.

It was a strange feeling.

“Master …….”

“Yes, I’m your master,” he said, his slow voice breaking into a laugh.

“Be quiet and stick out your tongue.”

Well.

He kissed her even before she could open her mouth. No, it wasn’t a bit romantic to describe it as kissing. It was nothing like the ending of an old story told by a wandering musician and the sweet and lush kisses shared by lovers who overcame obstacles.

The man who kissed her was a beast. And she seemed to have become a weak little animal beneath him.

Evely was being eaten by him. His tongue dug roughly between her lips, looking around to penetrate the fragile life inside. He was sucking greedily on her tongue, thirsty for her first kiss. The kiss was so aggressive that her tongue was tingled and tried to hide. And the more he wandered in her mouth, the more it seemed to tickle some part of her lower belly.

“Ha, ha….”

A groan of breath poured out through the lips that had fallen for a moment. Evely was gasping for breath, as if she had been running for a long time. Every time she breathed, the white part of her breast rose and fell.

Alec began to undress himself, not taking his eyes off Evely, who was already breathing hard and exhausted. Her face was glowing like it was on fire.

Unlike Evely, who was bewildered, Alec didn’t have much of a look on his face. He would have preferred a woman standing in front of his already bulging trousers, but at least he had more room on that side.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Yes?”

“Do you intend to take them off?”

“No.”

Evely replied with a hasty shake of her head, teasingly or not. And yet her eyes were still fixed on him.

His body, forged by long war and training, was as hard as iron, his muscles lean and ripped. His body was perfect, more like a sculpture than a man. If it hadn’t been for the scars all over his body, she might have thought so. The man’s hands were on her lower body, and she hastily turned away. She could hear her clothes falling and after a while she felt the cold fingers on her thighs. Then a hand came up with all its might and lightly brushed down the inside of her legs.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes…….”

The Master seemed to be asking, so she had to answer, but that didn’t stop her from being embarrassed, so her answer was half-hearted. She could hear him mocking her.

“You’re so wet just from touching your legs.”

The rough hand went inwards, deeper. The mere touch of a strange man’s hand in the cracked crevice made her body flinch.

“It’s very sensitive if I touch it here. Isn’t it?”

Immediately he began rubbing her moist center with his rugged fingertips. His fingers were cool, but the more they touched there, the more the heat seemed to rise somehow. As he touched her sweet spot, her hips twitched slightly without her knowing it. Each time he did, she felt something rise up inside her.

“Master …….” And then, just as she was about to say it, something slipped inside her.

Phew.